Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
What do you think? On black? White? I'm wanting a black baseball shirt with colored sleeves.
I have designs.
I need someone who wants to sew...know someone? Convo us on Etsy?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Today I woke late, from a dream of someone or some thing talking intently, almost pleadingly. But I saw the clock and the day rushed in like water, erasing every trace of where I'd been. Here, I had lists, and I was late. But not so tired. Sleep good. Brain like sleep.
I thought about your comments.
I write my thoughts about art and life here. It's not always easy to write these sorts of things, especially those things that are personal and deeply experienced. But it seems part of the process for me and I feel compelled to include this medium. You're part of that, I enjoy a sense of your presence in the studio and you've chosen to be here.
I think it helps a bit that I've already announced that I'm an idiot. It's right there in the banner, up front. That takes a little pressure off.
Some people who read this blog are more educated, more talented, more enlightened and more literate than me. I also know that sometimes my latest discovery is old news to others. I figure, if I post about an experience you've already worked out, you'll enjoy the company. Possibly I'll say something that you haven't thought of and you'll appreciate the knowledge. Possibly you'll disagree with me and you'll enjoy complaining. Everybody wins.It's not so different from hanging a new piece of art. I have no control over the viewer's experience with the art. I might be misunderstood. I might expose my deepest raw pain.
It can be risky business, putting words and art up for other humans to decipher. It can be worth the risk, because of the positive connections made. There's great comfort when human beings who are interested in similar things get together. It's as real as we make it, this medium. I know you're really not in the studio with me.
But, you really are.
We know that Poppets aren't really watching us.
But we know they really are. (yes, this is sometimes creepy)
If that means anything at all to you, stay here. You're among friends, for sure.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Today Orion turned nine. We've spent the sort of day he asked for, with swimming, cake, pizza, Rango and games.
After dinner, we may camp on cushions for a round of pure silliness, including singing about things like greasy gopher guts.
I imagine that poppets enjoy this sort of silliness best.
I could be wrong. Poppets can be difficult to read. They volunteer information only in the smallest bits. These sometimes float free, only half-understood until they're connected to other bits.
It's Orion's birthday. Above all, he did/is/will spend quite a lot of it laughing.
Silliness is a ringing bell today. We shout over it occasionally. Only when it's necessary, like when dinner is ready.
I'm glad we saw Rango. I think it's good stuff. I read the reviews and prepped the kids for a couple of PG things. They're there, but none seemed inappropriate to my group and I'm pretty darned parental. The smoking was in the background in a saloon, the swear words are 'inappropriate' for kids in this house. A markedly higher number of usage and spelling errors were found in negative comments. I tend to agree with people who make an effort, so this factor is helpful.
And, it's good to count things sometimes.
I may have missed the answer to my question and I'd be happier if it's a guess. Is the modern city a metaphor or is Dirt? Or both, or neither?
I'm off to put eyeglasses on things in the most ridiculous way possible.
Happy Birthday Orion!
Of to play some silly games.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
more words and some photos later, promise.
Japan, heartbreaking. Changes in the Earth, worrisome. Another encounter with the X, hereto forth known as Inappropriate Avenger. Geeze.
Exit, stage left. To the sofa, with Orion, sleepily watching animation, where I will join him.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
One thing that rings true is that the vision of children (and Poppets) is just as magical as William Blake believed it to be and every bit as real as "the ordinary light of day."
The trick might be to understand how to balance the two.
Possibly, many have learned to do this already. If you have, I welcome any comments or help sorting this out. And if you haven't, I welcome your wildest guesses. Who knows? You may have it.
In the meantime, I made this poppet, dressed in costume, reading a book with a fairy on the cover, and doing both with joyful abandon. I spent yesterday with it, working on these questions, reminding me that they matter in the longer run, even with tragic news around us.
I believe that even in the worst of times, and possibly especially in the worst times, knowledge is the very key to survival. I believe there is knowledge of value in stories and those of us who can, should make them. And that learning is doing our part.
And I believe we should play and play and play. Because play is the brain's vegetables.
And because play brings happiness.
I'm working on balancing some things, obviously. Thanks for being here with me as I shamelessly bare my thoughts to you. Today it seems the right thing to do.
All that said, I probably said it better here, in the quiet and simple language of Poppet:
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I see it in Orion. What I've learned though, is that this sort of vision(like everything else) has a price. It's a double-edged sword. I learn this late. Is it late? It feels late, like evening.
Always I've headed toward the light. I've gone with my head down, learning in books, learning my craft, communicating through art and written words. Finally I looked around to find the road is very dangerous.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Continually. Not continuous. It's what I can do. Live with it. I do.
Aubrey took photos today. It is warm like spring. There's no hint of the coming heat yet and snow still on the mountains. The egrets are back, they dot the pines like elaborate corsages and strut around in grassy areas. It's hard to imagine mid summer right now. I'm not going to. Right now I can pretend it's ages away.
The kids are out of school for March. Today they ran around outside, sat with their feet in the pool and skipped ice cubes like rocks. It's tricky, but those crecent shaped cubes will triple skip with practice and luck.
We had some technical problems with our current batch of resin. Turns out it wasn't just quite right, so that in small quantities it didn't create enough heat to cure in the usual time. After a lot of trial and error, research and a couple of emails, we got things straight. New castings are coming out just fine and previous ones are basking in light, curing in the old fashioned way, which is to say, slowly.
Others are perpetual noise and motion. Life on life.